Throughout recorded history, humans have been warring with each other. Only 268 of the past 3400 years have been peaceful. In the twentieth century, kill totals spiked as wars claimed 108 million lives. The world’s military forces are 97 percent male.
There is, in truth, no justice. There is a striving for justice. One obviates the other.
Is peace concealed beneath the folds of a black robe? In columned architecture?
MLK had a dream of justice. A nightmare is also a dream.
No justice, no peace. ‘Waiter! There’s no fly in my soup.’
Peace is lawless.
We’ve got to go deeper than what happens, aka the news of the day. What’s underneath all that? What’s going on a fathom or two below the froth and roar of the surf?
The word ‘victory’ is wasting away; it will not be revived. There are no victories, not ever and especially not now. Our techno-barbarism, our military parades, stand exposed and ridiculous. Today’s heroes flutter quietly, anonymously, through the halls of the sick and the dying.
So that we can appreciate what babies enjoy every day, perhaps we could declare one day of the year opinion-free. It wouldn’t exactly be a day off; we just wouldn’t have any opinions.